so i've moved blogs, this one will still stay up but i will no longer be posting on it. everything i have posted so far will be reblogged onto my new one!
Warnings: smutty goodness, neganâs usual foul mouth, oral & vaginal sex, rough sex, bit of breath play, mentions of a mental disorder (bpd to be exact)
Word Count: 3.7k
Summary: canât really come up with a good summary right now omg just read pls
Ever since the breakout, you had been with your father. Not that you were much help, not with your condition.
Papa called it a âdelicate personality,â while the doctors called it âborderline personality disorder,â but people just saw you as âcrazy.â
You just werenât naturally inclined to survive, at least not on your own. And there was no doubt that you were 100% dependent on the man you called father, and it could be exhausting.
So when you both just happened to come across a large group of men and women, your father begged to be able to join them. Normally, they would decline, not liking the way you would act irrationally or impulsively. And your father could do nothing, he couldnât just abandon you.
Warnings: Mentions of death, survivorâs guilt, mentions of suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts, smoking, fluff, smut
Summary: After a terrible accident leads to the death of your husband, you go back to Lawrence to live with your dad and his wife. Not expecting to even remotely survive this tragic event, a green-eyed man seems to spark your interest in living again.
Summary: After a terrible accident leads to the death of your husband, you go back to Lawrence to live with your dad and his wife. Not expecting to even remotely survive this tragic event, a green-eyed man seems to spark your interest in living again.
Warnings: none in this one really
PART 1
âStop.â You giggled softly as you tried to get away from your husband. Castielâs eyes shined with mischief as he looked at you across the table, already trying to figure out how he was going to catch you.
âBabe, I swear I just want a kiss.â He pouted innocently, something you quickly saw through.
âYou go get cleaned up, Iâll kiss you all you want.â You laughed lightly, shaking your head at your husband.
A squeal fell from your lips as he moved around the table rapidly, not giving you enough time to move yourself. He laughed as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you back against him.
You struggled softly in his grip, already knowing it was too late. You threw your head back in laughter as he kissed your neck gently. He had won.
You woke up with a small gasp. Tears soaked your cheeks as you quickly realized it had just been a dream.
Summary: After a terrible accident leads to the death of your husband, you go back to Lawrence to live with your dad and his wife. Not expecting to even remotely survive this tragic event, a green-eyed man seems to spark your interest in living again.
Warnings: Mentions of death, survivorâs guilt, mention of suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts, smoking
Itâs been two months since the accident. Two months without him. Two whole months since youâve been able to fully breathe.
Of course, the accident had been your fault. You were the one who insisted on going out that night. It was had been raining so the roads were slick. You basically signed his death certificate when you begged him to take the motorcycle out for a spin.
He loved you so much, that he couldnât even bare to argue with you, still deeply in the honeymoon phase of your relationship. If it hadnât been for you and your stubbornness, heâd still be here.
Request: âCould I request a jackxreader where reader has been out hunting on their own for a week or so and returns to the bunker to jack who missed them a lot and is very glad to see them.â
Title: I Miss You
Pairing: Jack Kline x Reader
Warnings: angsty, mentions of blood and an injury, grief, mentions of emotional pain
A/N: i was in an angsty kind of mood hehe, hope yâall enjoy!
Being away from home had become sort of a blessing and a curse. It had become a relief.
You were sick of all the fighting between Sam and Dean. You were tired of Dean lashing out on Jack. You were all mourning, but he had no reason to treat the kid like he was a piece of trash.
Unlike either of your brothers, you really did try to connect with the nephilim. And you did, you developed an incredibly strong bond with Jack. You knew Sam was trying as well, but he was also clinging onto the hope that your mom might still be alive and that Jack controlling his powers might somehow enable him to open the portable again.
ok so i have decided to move blogs.. i couldn't quite give up castielrip (hence the word âoldâ being in front of this url)
so my new account is @castielrip
i will not be closing this one down only bc i've become attached to it, sue me... tho i will no longer be posting on hereÂ
so all the people who have sent me requests, they will still be posted but all on @castielrip iâll still reblog them on here just in case yâall donât read this
feel free to hit me up on the new account, letâs be friends! or just send me requests.. iâm good with either lol
ok so an anon asked me a few days ago if i only had one url and iâm barely beginning to figure out what they really meant (iâm slow, i know, bare with me)
so this is actually my secondary blog and iâm having the biggest internal struggle of making a new account and just like basically âtransferringâ everything over buuuut iâve already posted like 10+ of my own writing on here and all my followers are on here and i dOnT knOW wHaT TO dOÂ
but i really want to able to follow/comment/review stuff without it being my primary blog popping up.. should i just do it? make a new account?Â
Brotherly Instincts (Jack Kline & Dean Winchester)
Request: âYo! Can I request a Jack sick fic, where Jack experiences a human cold or flu for the first time and while Sam is getting him medicine, Dean has to deal with a miserable half angel kid who insists heâs fine, but Deans older brother instincts say otherwise. Dean is also still salty at Jack because this is before the episode when Cas comes back, so Dean is still mad but helps Jack anyway, even though he hates to admit it. Thanks!â
Title: Brotherly Instincts
Characters: Dean Winchester, Jack Kline, Sam Winchester
Warnings:Â basically deanâs salty af older brotherÂ
FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED!
âHeâs sick?â Dean exclaimed incredulously, looking over towards the nephilim who laid in his bed under plenty of blankets. âYou mean to tell me that an all-powerful celestial being, not to mention Satanâs actual spawn, has a snotty nose and a temperature?â
Sam rolled his eyes at his brother, of course he couldnât believe it. The eldest Winchester spent more time disparaging the poor child than actual getting to know him.
âHeâs half human too, Dean.â The youngest Winchester reminded. âIt looks like he has the flu. Iâm going to have to go pick up some medicine and chicken soap.â
âHeâs also half angel, heâll heal.â Dean snapped irritably.
Violent coughing caught both of their attention. Jack sat up in bed, his face flushed red as he tried to stop the coughing. His throat was burning as he drank some of the water beside his bed.
âI should be back in an hour, two tops. The pharmacy is quite a drive from here.â Sam stated quietly, giving his brother a pleading look as he rolled his eyes. âPlease keep an eye on him, Dean. Heâs still a kid.â
The hunter didnât reply and just walked away, not even wanting to discuss the subject anymore. He felt a hundred percent certain that Jack could take care of himself. It was so easy for him to sling him across the room, how difficult was it for him to heal away the flu?
It was only a few minutes later when Dean walked into the kitchen, stopping mid tracks as he noticed the nephilim right in front of the fridge.
âHey.â Jack sniffed quietly, turning around to face the eldest Winchester.
âHey.â Dean answered blandly, his entire body stiffening as he walked over to the fridge as well, the nephilim moving aside to let him through.
Neither said a word again as Dean grabbed a beer out of the fridge. Then, Jack coughed again. It only lasted a few seconds before he stopped, groaning softly. Dean watched the nephilim out of his eye as he wobbled towards a chair to sit down.
âDidnât Sam put you on bed rest?â Dean asked him unamused, raising an eyebrow as he saw the nephilim shiver slightly, as if he were cold.
âIâm fine.â Jack croaked softly, pulling the sleeves of his jacket closer to his body mindlessly.
Dean shrugged off the ill-looking nephilim and began to walk out of the kitchen, though something in the back of his mind was preventing from doing so. He sighed inaudibly and stalked back towards Jack.
He ignored the hopeful look in the boyâs eyes and placed a hand against his forehead, feeling the hotness from his skin almost immediately.
âOkay, off to bed you go.â Dean urged him, pulling him off the chair and pushing him slightly towards the hallway.
âBut Iâm fine,â Jack insisted quietly, giving the eldest Winchester a look as he shuffled out the kitchen.
âDonât be an idiot and get to bed.â The hunter scowled, once again shoving the nephilim softly to get him walking down the hallway.
Instead of answering, Jack broke out in a coughing fit. Dean stood by him in a minor concerned, yet slightly irritated way. The hunter was struggling in admitting that he wanted to help the nephilim, but he couldnât help the brotherly-instincts that were kicking in.
âYou done?â Dean grunted softly, his annoyance rising as the nephilim stood still for a moment. Jack nodded after a minute and began slowly walking towards his room, the hunter trailing after him.
Once they got there, Jack waddled in and sat at the edge of his bed. Dean not really knowing what to do, just stood in the doorway and watched the nephilim awkwardly.
âJust stay in bed, okay? Wait for Sam to get home, heâll know how to deal with you.â Dean muttered the last part, giving him one last glance before walking back towards his room.
The house seemed to be silent for the next half an hour. Usually Dean would be drowning in music, his headphone set on and the music on full blast. Yet, when he laid down in his bed, he couldnât really bring himself to do it.
A crashing noise caught his attention. He quickly got up from his bed and race towards the sound, which led him towards the kitchen. He walked in with wide eyes and guns high.
Though once he quickly realized it was just Jack, he put the gun away.
The nephilim leaned against the counter with his eyes closed, both his hands gripping the edges tightly. Pieces of glass were scattered across the floor, letting the hunter know that the nephilim has dropped a glass cup.
âWhat the hell happened?â Dean barked out loudly, immediately regretting it as Jack grimaced at sudden noise. âSit down for crying out loud.â
The nephilim didnât protest and walked over slowly towards chair. Jack watched as Dean cleaned up the broken pieces of glass. He glanced back towards the ground once Dean finished, turning over to look at him with such an intense gaze.
âWhat happened?â He asked again, raising an eyebrow at the boy as he waited for his answer.
âI just wanted to get more water.â Jack mumbled softly, his gaze still on the floor. âI got dizzy. I dropped the glass on accident, Iâm sorry.â
Dean let out on exasperated sigh, beginning to look for something in all the kitchenâs cabinets. When he finally did find it, he handed towards the nephilim and got him a glass of water.
âWhat do I do with it?â Jack asked in a small voice, looking at the small stick that Dean had handed him. It was a thermometer.
âWell you could stick it up your ass,â The hunter answered sarcastically, setting the glass of water on the table. âBut I guess your mouth will do. Stick it under the tongue.â
The nephilim did as told, letting the thermometer rest under his tongue. An awkward silence surrounded them as they waited for the small stick to take the nephilimâs temperature. When it finally beeped, Dean quickly took it the thermometer out of his mouth before Jack could even get a chance too.
101.3°F it read, causing another groan to fall from Deanâs lips.
âWhat the hell is taking Sam so long?â Dean grumbled to himself as he let the thermometer drop on the table.
âIs it bad?â Jack coughed slightly. âI swear I feel fine.â
âWould you stop lying! Of course you donât feel fine, your insides are practically melting.â Dean answered the nephilim harshly.
Jack didnât reply afterwards and only watched as Dean grabbed a rag and began rinsing it in the sink. He also grabbed a few ice cubes out the fridge before plopping them into the glass of water.
âAlright câmon, back to your bed.â Dean ushered the nephilim, throwing him a pack Samâs yogurt and a spoon. Jack fumbled with the items slightly but followed the hunterâs orders anyway.
Once they got to the room, Jack laid down under the covers, watching Dean with wide, curious eyes as he placed the wet rag across his forehead.
âDrink the water and eat the yogurt.â Dean muttered sternly, giving the nephilim one last look before walking out the room.
He was halfway through the hallway when he bumped into the Sam, a inaudible sigh of relief falling from his lips.
âTook you long enough.â The hunter scowled as he looked up at his younger brother. âKid has a fever.â
Sam didnât get a chance to ask Dean how he knew, by that time he was already at the end of the hall. The youngest Winchester walked towards Jackâs room quickly, raising an eyebrow in surprised as he saw how Jack was.
âI ate the yogurt.â Jack said simply as he motioned to the empty package beside the bed.
A/N: hey yâall ok so due to some difficulties.. i have moved blogs so this one will no longer be active, iâll just keep it up bc of all my old posts
so please feel free to follow me at @castielrip and feel free to send me REQUESTS there as well
